The flames of melancholy conflagrates the embers of the remnant soul,

As I grasp for my breath;
Submerged in the abyssopelagic oceans of my immaculate heart.

The cacophony of my mind stays untold against the smock of sullen darkness.

As I fight towards the concealed shaft of indistinct faith.

Lurking at the hierarchy of harrow,

I remain adhered to the colorless echoes of my emulate reflections calling upon me.

As the phantom fragmentations of pain plunge through my weary spirits.

Ensheathed by the...